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Subject: Journal Entry 211/1023 [ Planetfall: Starships and Surfing ]
Date: 22 Feb 1995 16:10:23 GMT
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Yavar 18, 1023
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I half-debated turning my
attention to my study of Sumerian poetry, a subject I had developed a
half-hearted interest in since reading about cameral psychology and
primitive cultures, but after teaching linear programming for three
hours I was really not in the mood to try and wrap my brain around a
culture whose thought patterns were as alien to me as an AI's.
Perhaps even moreso.
I grabbed my PADD off the desk and examined my upcoming
schedule. I wondered where Aaden and P'nyssa were right now, and the
schedule only showed Aaden in a meeting on the garden deck and
P'nyssa would be working in sickbay for another six hours, dispensing
pills and making sure that the crew would survive to see tomorrow.
That didn't help. I debated looking someone up; there were
plenty of people on board who I could call on to cuddle with, I
suppose, but I really wanted to just have some fun.
"Oh, Lance, is there anything happening on board at this hour?"
"The swimming pool has just become crowded."
"Any particular reason?"
"Probability," Lance replied.
In other words, by coincidence a lot of people had decided to go
swimming that day. "What the Hell," I said. "I'll join them." I
grabbed a towel from my bathroom and wandered down the hallway to the
SDisk. "Recreation and Health," I said.
>Blip< I found myself in another long hallway in another part
of the ship. I was still in the habit of walking around the ship
myself and had become used to the layout of the ship, but I knew many
people whose internal maps of the ship consisted of a SDisk and all
the points conveniently reachable by it, and then a simple, linear
list of SDisks on board. It was a very functional method, but in an
emergency it could get people in trouble. I preferred to know my way
around. In my head I knew where I was relative to the bridge, the
engines, and the hull.
I walked through a revolving door into a room full of screaming
adolescents and lounging adults, and sometimes it was hard to tell
the one from the other. There were also two dolphins swimming
leisurely in the pool. I decided that I was here to swim, not sit
around and watch other people, so shucking my clothes and folding
them into a neat pile under one of the many tables scattered about
the tiled deck, I dove into the pool.
"What have we here?" said a voice behind me as I came back up
for air.
"Kumakatta!" I said, surprised to hear the voice of an old
acquaintance. Kumakatta was a femDolphin I'd met some years back
while flying a trip to llerkin. I turned around and, sure enough, it
was she. "Do you mean to tell me you've been slinking around in here
for the past nine months and I've not known?"
"Well," she clicked at me, "you know how it is. Two thousand
people on board, you could never get to know every one of them. And
while you're not exactly a recluse, Ken, I come here every day and
never see you." She smiled that distinct, dolphin smile. "You've
been too busy with your dry friends. Surprising, too. I never
thought of you as a particularly dry person."
I chuckled. "I guess I've been busy, Kuma. Besides, why didn't
you just look me up? Drop me mail? There were a hundred things you
could have done for us to get together."
"Oh, you know." She turned in the water slowly, a gesture of
embarrassment. "You're a busy man."
"Not too busy for a surf-buddy," I grinned, running one hand
along her flank playfully. "I'd've at least known to come down here
more often."
She clicked her laughing acceptance. "I'll remember that. No
surf in here, though."
"No, I guess not."
"On the other hand, I don't have to wear one of those suits or
use a BCA just to go swimming, or pretend to go swimming." I
chuckled knowingly. "So what are you doing these days?"
"I'm playing JOT."
"Yes," she hissed softly. "You always were good at that. So
what are you jotting now?"
"Teaching," I said. "I think I'm going to hang onto it. I like
hanging out with the young kids, watching their minds bloom. Do you
have any kids, Kumy?"
"Not with me. I understand you brought your children with you,
but to be honest, as a Fen, I didn't think it would be kind of me to
bring any with me. Pendor has great oceans we Fen will never fill,
but space, especially in ships made mostly for you landed kinds, is
no place for someone not fully grown." She stopped and swished
around me in the pool. "Ken, have I said something wrong?"
I shook my head. "No, no. Sometimes I feel regret for creating
creatures that cannot share fully in the joys the rest of us have."
"You mean like the joys of swimming through the sea at forty
kilometers per hour, leaping into the sky, moving whole mountains
underwater and sleeping under the stars in peace with seccors to keep
the sharks away?"
I chuckled. "Well put."
She gave a triple-click that I recognized as a "Hmph." "You
people put on powered armor and walk around and throw buildings left
and right. I put on whole starships and swim around stars."
I found myself enjoying her company. I dove under the water and
headed for the bottom; she slipped around me, her fins and bodymass
caressing against me. As I headed back to the surface, I wondered
about that. I broke surface and said, "Kumy? Come here?"
"Yaaah?" she said.
"Was that a pass?"
"A friendly touch could be interpreted as that, yes."
"You never did that on llerkin."
"That wasn't me. That was just a BCA I drove around."
"I take it you don't do VR."
Not unless I know for sure that it's making the starship I drive
around really sling around that star!" She dove down into the water.
Splashing to my right attracted my attention; a crowd of children was
diving in. I dove downwards, where she met me. I grabbed her fin
and she pulled me towards the deep end, where I let go and headed up.
Someone dived over my head. "This place is filling up more than
before," I pointed out.
"Yeah," she murred. "And I've been in here too long. I think
my skin is starting to scale."
I ran my hand along her flank. "Feels just as smooth and sexy
to me."
She laughed again. "You flatter me. Would you like to come
back to my room and help me wash this water off with something more
appropriate?"
"Are we really going to do this?"
"You seemed quite interested in me back on llerkin."
"That was a long time ago. It's not that I've lost interest in
you, Kumy; it's just that I seem to be going through a phase where
casual screwing around appeals to me a little less."
"Come back to my room anyway," she said, tossing her head in the
direction of the exit. While I lay in the water with her a series of
nine black sphere cames floating through the air. Three took up
positions above her while the others dipped to the water line. She
rose out of the water and into the air, shaking her body vigorously
just to keep from dripping all over the starship. Actually, the
hoverspheres would prevent most of that anyway. "Coming?"
"Okay, okay," I grinned. I stepped out and grabbed my towels,
waving to some of the kids who were calling my name. I followed her
out and up a short passageway to her room. "You're right off the
recreation area?"
"Access to water," Kumakatta replied. "But I actually prefer my
own room. Be warned, Ken, the gravity is different in my room" She
opened to room and I realized what she was talking about. About a
meter from the door stood a wall of water that, from my usual
perspective, stretched from wall to wall and floor to ceiling.
"Ah," I said. I decided that the only way to easily handle a
ninety-degree shift in gravity as well as immersion in water was to
dive for it. So I did. My ears didn't even have a chance to
complain at the change in direction as I hit the water and spun
around, heading for the surface. Confusion was minimal.
She dove in behind me, then surfaced next to me as the door
shut. "You didn't have to do that, Ken, there's a transition
platform at the door."
"Worked better this way," I said. "But with this layout, you
didn't need me to come wash you off."
"No," she agreed, chuckling. "I just wanted to get you alone
again." She sidled up against me gently. "Just for old time's
sake."
I slid my hands along her slick sides, caressing her down the
length of her huge body. A female dolphin outmasses me almost by a
factor of two and only the three-dimensional access granted by her
watery environment made me feel comfortable maneuvering around her.
Despite the writings of nearly a dozen science-fiction writers
prior to Pendor and Earth's meeting, sentient dolphins do not think
or are even necessarily proficient at haiku. But some practice it
just out of a sense of tradition. They do have their own language of
clicks and whistles, and in some cases it is overly rife with
analogy, which sometimes makes haiku a useful tool and almost all of
them are receptive to it.
"So often at war,
Seeing beauty like yours, are
Temptation and pride!"
She rolled over, clucking slowly. "It's a shame that there are
humans out there who do that so well when I can't even do it all.
Are you trying to say you're too proud to sleep with me?"
I swam over to her and caressed her flank slowly. "No, I'm
trying to say that I don't know how I'd feel about myself if I slept
with you so casually," I sighed. "You're a dear fem, Kumy, but I
didn't know you so well then, I don't know you well now, and I really
am not sure about where into my, well, my life I would fit you right
now."
"Isn't that what you're doing?"
"Doing what?"
"Fitting me into your life? Right now. It's all I would really
like from you, Ken, is to finish the flirting we started so many
years ago." She flicked her tail to come face to face with me. "All
I want is for you to make me come."
I grinned and slid my hand along her flank. "Is that all?"
An easy flick of the tail and she pressed her skin against me,
knocking me over slightly. "That's all," she replied. "There's a
submerged platform over there where you can stop treading water."
"Thanks," I said, diving down and swimming for it. I found it;
the water came up just to my chest here as she circled around me. My
hands slid along the powerful dorsal ridge, sliding up over her fin
and back along her tail, then back up. I felt the slightly puffy
ridge of her vaginal slit, pressing my fingers up into and caressing
the first three centimeters or so of it where the nerves were most
dense and most likely excite her.
"Yaaahh..." she cooed softly. "I like that."
"Good."
"If I could find someone to do this for me every day, I'd love
it."
"Hands aren't good enough?" I asked, referring to the robotic
manipulators many Dolphins used. My fingers slid around gently. I
have to admit that I was getting a bit of an erection, and chills
travelled up my spine from the combination of the cool water and the
moist, hot inside of her cunt.
"Nah... too hard. Not as much fun. Too predictable. Besides,
they're not friendly. I like spectators and participants."
I chuckled and slid a third finger into her cunny. She slapped
her tail against the water and chirred her pleasure. "Do you have a
mouthpiece?"
"Yes. Cabinet in the corner."
I stretched for it, got it open, and grabbed the small black
cylinder, placing it between my teeth. "There," I said around the
silicone, "Now I can see what I'm doing." I dove beneath the water
and looked up. My eyes adjusted to the change in refraction easily,
although they felt peculiar with the added pressure of the nanochine
reshaping the lenses. I backed up a little, stroking her flanks and
underbelly before sliding my fingers back into cunny.
Through the water, her pleasant chittering reached me even more
clearly, and I enjoyed the sensation. My erection returned as she
shivered and wriggled. I reached up with my feet and wrapped my legs
around her tail, relying on her buoyancy to keep her blowhole above
the water level. She didn't object.
I grabbed a dorsal fin with my hand and carefully positioned
myself so my cock was pressed to her slit, then with the other hand
aimed. I pulled myself in with my legs.
I had almost forgotten how tight Dolpins are. The males are
generally smaller than their land-based relatives and that's
reflected in the shape of the females' vagina. Also the angle is
very different, heading up towards the belly at an angle. I had to
think before settling into a rhythm that worked for both of us. At
least, it worked for me, and from the tremors I felt running through
her body, it was working for her. I could feel her flesh quivering
with little shocks of pleasure as I fucked her sweet body. She was
only slightly warmer than the surrounding water, but it was enough to
be different. Pulses of deep sound emanated from within her and sank
through my body, ricocheted off the walls of her cabin and bounced
off us again.
I breathed hard through the rebreathing cylinder, clenching my
teeth to hold it in place. My wrists were starting to hurt from
holding on for so long and bucking against her body when she began
bucking against me. Her tail went wild, forcing me to hold on even
more tightly as she began tossing back and forth. Somewhere in all
this I came, my pleasure almost blotted out by my struggle to hold on
as she came. I don't know if it was a lot of different orgasms or
one long one, but it seemed to last over a minute.
As I slid out of her, she rolled away from me in the water onto
her back, wriggling curiously. "You're lovely," I said.
"You weren't bad yourself, Ken," she chirped after righting
herself. "Thank you. I didn't expect you to try to fuck me; most of
the mels I sneak in here aren't quite so daring."
"Daring is something I can manage occasionally," I laughed,
wiping the mouthpiece off and placing it back in the cabinet. I
patted her side. "Thank you, Kumy. That was actually a nice way to
spend the evening."
"You're welcome. Shall we go back to the pool?"
"What?"
"I just want to get some more exercise." She kicked down into
the pool and into another room, then returned a few minutes later.
"Now that I've had my fix of pleasure."
I shook my head, smiling. "If this planet has waves..."
"Then you're going surfing with me!"
"It's a deal."
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"Planetfall: Starships and Surfing"
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